From Glen Coe to Loch Ossian

To be or not to be in the grip of the bog

Glencoe
is not only a place of historical magic but also the only connection
between
the north and the south in the west of Scotland. The mountains form
narrow
dales though not a pass like Drumochter or Devil's Elbow
in the east. And the gorges cannot be compared to those in Franceš,
where the rocks stand up vertically for several hundred meters. Down in the glen two clans fought one
another
and killed whole families, women and children. Who wants to know more
about
this topic is free to visit the local information center or (on the
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The most dangerous part of my journey is still ahead. It is the way
from
Glencoe to Loch
Ossian youth hostel. And like the victims in early crime stories
were
driven into the bog to sink wretchedely and be gone forever, I nearly
suffer
a tragedy like that, feeling the moor clinging to my walking boots.
On the bank of theBlackwater Reservoir,
that I pass by in the east, one of my feet suddenly sinks into the
boggy
sands. All around me there is nothing really strong enough to offer a
saving
grip. And the shoe is sinking deeper and deeper.While trying to pull out my shoe, fighting
desperately
with the muddy grounds, it strikes me that the victims of those crimes
might as well have suffered something like that, deciding afterwards to
use this very effective theme to cover the truth - that they for real
vanished
to foreign shores with their beautiful lovers. And while thinking about
that positive bending I get my shoe out of the bog...